Page 110 of Forever Never
Brick Callan was dirty-talking her. She was light-headed with the fantasy come to life.
“Yes,” she confessed, her voice shaking.
“Good girl.”
It made her feel treasured and tortured. But there wasn’t time to worry about which one was more important, because Brick was sliding her underwear down her thighs again. Only this time, he took them all the way off.
He swore under his breath, eyes looking possessed, and then he was slipping his palms under her behind and lifting her up.
The first swipe of his tongue elicited a near scream from her and a pained groan from him. This was happening. The object of her fantasies was…God…fucking her with his tongue. She was raw and sensitive already, and the stiff thrusts of his tongue into her opening followed by long licks against her seam had her fingernails digging into his biceps.
“You taste so fucking good,” he said, pausing his assault to bite her inner thigh. “I need more time. I need more time with you,” he demanded.
“Yes. Okay,” she whispered back as her core turned to lava.
“Look at me, Remi,” he ordered.
With heroic effort, she managed to pry her eyelids open. He looked like a debauched devil between her legs. His beard rubbing at her inner thighs as his tongue darted out to tease her greedy clitoris.
“Fuck,” she dropped her head back against the pillow.
“Look at me,” he said again.
She lifted her head in frustration.
“Give me more time.”
“Ugh. Yes. Fine. Whatever.”
“For as long as you’re on this island, you’re mine.” His hands tightened on her hips and ass. “Say it, Remi. Promise me.”
She bit her lip. She didn’t want to make this promise. He’d hold her to it. And that would put him in danger. Unless she left.
One of his hands found her breast, fingers tugging restlessly on her nipple. “Promise me,” he demanded, his delicious, talented finger probing her entrance.
Desperate, needy, and maybe in her deepest recesses, there was a part of her that wanted to make this promise to him. She cracked. “Yes. Fine. As long as I’m on this island.”
“Finish it,” he said, sliding only the first inch of two fingers into her.
“I’m yours,” she breathed.
He sank his fingers into her and crawled up her body while they pumped in and out of her. “Good girl,” he whispered against her ear before nipping it.
What did it say about her that she fucking loved it when he said those words to her? She’d worry about that later. After another orgasm.
“Are you on birth control?” he asked harshly.
She nodded.
“I’m asking because I’ve got a condom in my wallet wherever my pants are, but there’s nothing that I want more than to feel you from the inside with nothing between us. I haven’t been with anyone since…in a long time. If you have any sense, you should say no.”
She felt the weight of his body on hers, felt it anchoring her onto the mattress. Like it was the rightest thing in the world to have his weight on her.
“Good thing I’ve got no sense,” she whispered.
He closed his eyes and dipped his forehead to hers. “Baby,” he breathed. “Don’t give that to me just because I asked. Just because I’ve got my fingers in you.”
“Then take your fingers out,” Remi ordered.
